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Updated: June 14, 2025
"They brought me into this job," Mihul said, "because they figured you and I would get along together just fine." It was really infernally bad luck! Mihul was going to be the least easy of wardens to get away from ... particularly in time to catch a liner tomorrow night. Mihul knew her much too well. "Like to come along and meet your facsimile now?" Mihul inquired. She grinned.
Not now. Other things kept running through her head. Money, for example. They hadn't returned her own cash to her and apparently didn't intend to at least not until after the interview. But Mihul was carrying at least part of their spending money in a hip pocket wallet. The rest of it might be in a concealed room safe or deposited with the resort hotel's cashier. She glanced over at Mihul again.
"You don't think she's going to wait now?" "I do not," Mihul said. "She's forwarded him a kind of ultimatum through Plemponi. Communicate-or-else, in effect. Frankly, I wouldn't care to guarantee she'll stay around to hear the answer." "Hm.... What do you expect she'll do?" "Take off," Mihul said. "One way or the other." "Ungh," Quillan said disgustedly.
Trigger didn't comment. "Am I supposed to put on her clothes?" "No. We've got another costume for you." Mihul came over, holding out the glass. "This is for you." Trigger looked at the glass suspiciously. "What's in it?" The blue eyes regarded her mildly. "You could call it a sedative." "Don't need any. Thanks." "Better take it anyway." Mihul patted her hip with her other hand.
Had breakfast yet, Trigger?" Trigger had finished breakfast a half-hour earlier, but she accepted a cup of coffee. Mihul, all athlete, declined. She went over to Plemponi's desk and stood leaning against it, arms folded across her chest, calm blue eyes fixed thoughtfully on Trigger.
It might, however, leave her in a fairly peevish mood after the grogginess wore off, since the impact wasn't supposed to be pleasant. But Mihul had stated she would hold no grudges over a successful escape attempt; and even if they caught up with her again before she got to Manon, this attempt certainly had to be rated a technical success. They might catch up, of course, Trigger thought.
Mihul moved to the side table, took up the Denton, looked at it, and slid it into her holster. She turned to gaze out the window. "Nice country!" she said. "If you're done with breakfast, how about going out right now for a first try at the birds?" Trigger hefted the coffee pot gently. It was about the right weight at that.
When that car homed in, I yelled a warning to the nearest bunch of students and dropped flat behind a rock. By the time I risked a look, the cops had them." "You showed very good sense," Plemponi told her earnestly. "I hope they burn those thugs! Grabbing's a filthy business." "That large object coming straight at you," Mihul observed calmly, "is another aircar.
"Dress, robe and scarf," she said to the facsimile. "The shoes are close enough." She turned to Trigger. "She'll be wearing your street clothes when she leaves," she said. "Could we have the dress now?" Trigger pulled the dress over her head, tossed it to Mihul and stood in her underwear, looking at her double slip out of her street clothes.
"You know," Quillan remarked reflectively, "that's odd! They didn't think to tell me." "Why are you letting me know?" Mihul asked. "You'll find out, doll," he said. The U-League guard leaning against the wall opposite the portal snapped to attention as it opened. Trigger stepped out. He gave her a fine flourish of a salute. "Good morning, Miss Farn." "Morning," Trigger said.
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